Alok Mishra reviews Peter Barry's book Beginning Theory. In this book review, he emphasises on the points which make Beginning Theory a must-have book for students. Can you ignore Peter Barry's magnum opus as a critic - Beginning Theory? I…
The clock ticks time passes and sound fades into the vacuum of the night. Electric bulb glows but not like a day’s sun. A limited light, yes, it offers a vision with more limits. I cannot see beyond my roof…
Instagram is a great tool. Or, is it great at all - even near to being good? People keep checking the photos by others; at times, they also try to look good themselves by clicking their selfies in various positions…
Is the world real? Are the sages true? Am I what I am? Doubts The more I inquire more do I despair but inquiry is freedom - freedom takes me to slavery. Am I free? Ever Doubts by Alok
काश वो वक्त ठहर जाता और मैं समेट लेता सारी खुशियाँ जो लायी थी मेरे चेहरे पे तुम्हारे चेहरे की एक झलक ने! दिन गुजरे और महीने और फिर साल साल दर साल बस निकलते गये मानो जैसे सबने ठान…
and she searched for hours 'how to stop bleeding properly?' an illiterate passer-by unbuttoned his shirt and tied to the wound. the intellectually spectacled lady smiled. she invited the uneducated for a discourse on humanity to be held next week.…
I don't remember her eyes. I don't remember those dark, big and beautiful eyes. I don't remember at all how they pushed me to a state of surmise - I really don't remember! Believe me; I don't. for M…
Read the poem I live like this by Alok Mishra below. Make sure you add a comment if you have something to say. I live like this! betrothed to life and flirting with death, days pass by; I live and…
For the past few days (which formed many months), I have been constantly trying to write an article about Deconstruction (only within the ambit of literary theory) for many students who have requested me to do so. However, Deconstruction is…
December has gone, long ago, and I am alone once more because you have turned your eyes from me once again. January passed like a feeble man on death bed passes away sans noise and movement. And February is here,…
